Raylan sighs heavily out his nose, hands finding their place on his hips as he chews his liver a little, more open about it now that he was firmly comfortable with Red seeing it. He wasn't trying to be difficult, he swears - he just found it more than a struggle to break out of the ease of trade/barter.
"And what's the runnin' cost for learnin' to thread a needle," he says quietly. "How about I owe you a service. A run in port, an ask somewhere, someone who needs a bullet in their ass or somethin'."
He just couldn't find the door into other understanding.
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"And what's the runnin' cost for learnin' to thread a needle," he says quietly. "How about I owe you a service. A run in port, an ask somewhere, someone who needs a bullet in their ass or somethin'."
He just couldn't find the door into other understanding.